Author: Langston Hughes
Cited by
- Susan Sontag (1)
- IN: In America (1999) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: America will be!
FROM: Let America Be America Again, (1936), Poem, US
- Ashley Hope Perez (1)
- IN: Out of Darkness (2015) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: Gather quickly
Out of darkness
All the songs you know
And throw them at the sun
Before they melt
Like snow.
FROM: Bouquet, (None), Song, US
- Lorie Ann Grover (1)
- IN: Hit (2014) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: Why should it be my loneliness,
Why should it be my song,
Why should it be my dream
deferred
overlong?
FROM: Tell Me, (None), Poem, US
- Nicole Mones (1)
- IN: Night in Shanghai (2014) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: I reached the international city of Shanghai in July, with the sun beating down on the Bund, the harbor full of Chinese junks, foreign liners and warships from all over the world. It was hot as blazes. I didn’t know a soul in the city. But hardly had I climbed into a rickshaw than I saw riding in another along the Bund a Negro who looked exactly like a Harlemite. I stood up in my rickshaw and yelled, “Hey, man!”
He stood up in his rickshaw and yelled, “What ya sayin’?” We passed each other in the crowded street, and I never saw him again.
FROM: I Wonder as I Wander, (1934), Book, US
- Macneal. Susan Elia (1)
- IN: Mrs. Roosevelt's Confidante (2015) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: I reckon they must have
Forgotten about me
When I hear them say they gonna
Save Democracy.
Funny thing about white folks
Wanting to go and fight
Way over in Europe
For freedom and light
When right here in Alabama --
Lord have mercy on me! --
They declare I'm a Fifth Columnist
If I say the word, Free.
Jim Crow all around me.
Don't have the right to vote.
Let's leave our neighbour's eye alone
And look after our own mote --
Cause I sure don't understand
What the meaning can be
When folks talk about freedom --
And Jim Crow me?
FROM: Southern Negro Speaks, (1941), Poem, US
- Nella Larsen (1)
- IN: Passing (1988) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: My old man died in a fine big house.
My ma died in a shack.
I wonder where I'm gonna die,
Being neither white nor black?
FROM: Cross, (1926), Poem, US
- Ellen Feldman (1)
- IN: Scottsboro (2008) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: Who ever heard of raping a prostitute?
FROM: NULL, (1931), NULL, US